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There is a little Mystery
Lurking just behind that tree.
I'm almost sure
That it is there.
I think I feel
Its impish stare.
Look to see?
I wouldn't dare!
For, you know,
I couldn't bear
Not to have a Mystery
Lurking just behind that tree.

And then you sang me a simple song.
You held each note
Out sweetly and long,
Then let it drop down into the dark -
A calming prayer,
Or a tiny spark -
That somehow transformed a night of fear
Into a place
Where our God was near.

The king told the queen a secret deep and dark,
The queen told the princess, who wore the royal mark.
The princess told the maidens who tended by her bed
And they were so incredulous they smacked her on the head.
The maids-in-waiting ran
And told the royal cook
She was so astonished
She could only stand and look.
The cook told the scullery maid, who sat by a pot of stew.
The girl, she tumbled head first in. (It nearly drowned her too).
The scullery maid, she told the cat,
Who told the royal rat.
As there was no one else to tell,
It had to stop at that.
Now this, the deep dark secret, I would gladly tell to you.
But what the secret really was, no one ever knew!